A perfect world to spend your money inA perfect girl to spend it onA promise to the working man that defies all reasonA brother you had best believeWho will always drag you downA losing card, in a winning handNothing ever goes to plan

It's too late to change your mind

And you decide to walk on home againA fallen soul or broken manA promise to an also-ran that defies all reasonA brother you had best believeWho would always drag you downA losing card, in a winning handNothing ever goes to plan

Just when I believed the worldHad a brand new familyYou turn around and tell me straightThat you just don't want me hereOf all advice that you receiveIt's not too nice to disbelieveThat nothing ever goes to plan